Connor starts forward, hesitates, then continues. Fine, he’ll play along. He’s only going to feel them having sex anyway, he might as well be a part of it.

Still irritable, he’s not as gentle as usual when he pulls the SQUIP up and into a rough kiss. Taking out his frustrations a little, he tangles a hand into its hair and keeps it firmly in place as he swipes their tongues together. He runs his free hand down Justine’s thigh, a lot gentler than how he’s handling the SQUIP, but there’s still the bite of nails into her skin towards the end.